Porter of Two Worlds

The sky is gloomy, and the ink clouds are like lead blocks, as if they are about to fall and smash through the earth, the heaven and the earth are solemn. 『(VIII) Chinese Network ⒈

The White Stone Pagoda is like a sharp sword pointing directly at the sky, with a tendency to soar into the sky and tear the sky.

Click!

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, like a black dragon with its teeth and claws swimming in the dark clouds, and thunder rolled in, carrying the power of heaven and earth throughout the ages, spreading to all directions, and the whole world was shaking.

The wind was raging, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the scene of at least a hundred thousand people around the White Stone Pagoda became silent, all of them looked up at the White Stone Pagoda.

This atmosphere makes my heart shudder!

There were obviously so many people around, but everyone was dumb at this moment and didn't speak. The atmosphere was heavy and strange, which made Bai Yang feel uncomfortable.

After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand again, ready to pat the big man next to him on the shoulder to continue the previous topic, but at this moment, the other party turned his head, stared at Bai Yang and said:

If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you out, do you believe it?

I do not believe!

Bai Yang rolled his eyes, and stared back at him, afraid what are you doing?

The other party pouted, ignored Bai Yang, and turned to look at the White Stone Pagoda.

How dare you ignore me!

Bai Yang was not happy anymore, a sewing needle flew out of him soundlessly, he pretended to look at the White Stone Pagoda, and controlled the needle to fly towards the back of the big man with his mind, aiming at the legendary flower Shout it up!

what……!

The big man stared, and his expression suddenly became very exciting, but considering the surrounding atmosphere, his screaming stopped abruptly, and he looked around blankly with his hands on his back.

Hush...!

Bai Yang made a silence gesture at him, and pointed in the direction of the White Stone Pagoda to signal him not to make noise.

...

The big man couldn't figure out why his backcourt would hurt, his expression was distorted and he ran away despondently, throwing away the knife in his hand and ignoring it...

Under the weird atmosphere, an abnormal voice suddenly appeared,

The people around looked over, Bai Yang looked at them and shrugged, saying don't look at me, I don't know anything...

Then the people around looked at the White Stone Pagoda again, not caring at all about what happened just now.

The tumbling dark clouds became more and more gloomy, as if the entire sky was about to collapse.

At the bottom of the White Stone Pagoda, a person jumped up from the ground, and climbed towards the top like an ape along the outer wall of the White Stone Pagoda!

What does this guy want to do? Climb up at this time, is it enough?

Seeing this scene, Bai Yang was dumbfounded.

Looking at the people around him, they all had expressions of taking it for granted, even with a look of anticipation, Bai Yang couldn't understand at all.

Looking at the movements of the person climbing up, it is estimated that his skill is not inferior to those mountain people in the Lost River Forest. He jumped several meters high and climbed up quickly.

The rhythm is wrong!

Seeing the opponent getting higher and higher, Bai Yang gradually started to stare, until finally the guy stood on the top of the White Stone Pagoda, Bai Yang was immediately blindfolded.

I'm going, has this guy lost his meaning in life?

Looking left and right, Bai Yang found that everyone around him looked expectantly, thinking that so many of you gathered here just to watch that guy die live?

Unable to understand, I shook my head and continued watching.

The top of the towering white stone pagoda is made of metal, and only a pair of feet can be put down. It is hundreds of meters above the ground. Ordinary people standing so high would be scared to death. He stood up and made a strange movement, letting the wind blow his clothes and make a rattling noise.

Really confused, Bai Yang asked a middle-aged man in gray clothes who was staring at the top of the White Stone Pagoda with wide-eyed eyes beside him:

Brother, is there something that that guy can't think about to stand so high? His wife ran away with someone or lost all his family fortune? Or did he find out that the child he raised for a few yuan is actually from the next door? There are no obstacles in life, With so many people watching, no one persuaded him?

As soon as Bai Yang opened his mouth, the people around him stared at him, blaming him for saying something in such a serious atmosphere.

The middle-aged man who was being questioned looked at Bai Yang and made a silent gesture and said in a low voice:

I don't know, don't talk nonsense. He is trying to cultivate the Thunderbolt's Secret Code. It seems that every time the weather is like this, at least dozens of people will run up and try it out.

This will kill people, no matter how much martial arts you practice, you can't make fun of your own life.

Bai Yang doesn't understand the value here at all.

The Secret Code of Thunder is one of the top ten miraculous arts in the world. If anyone can practice it, it must be something that will shock the world. However, if there is a little hope, no matter how dangerous it is, someone is willing to try it. Let's see, I don't know if I will die today. How many people?

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, then turned and ignored Bai Yang.

Your sister, risking her life to run so high just to practice the so-called Thunder Secret Code? It's almost the same as practicing the secret code of courting death!

Such a thought just appeared in Bai Yang's mind, and then the world turned pale, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then rumbling thunder rolled and echoed between the sky and the earth.

When the lightning appeared, Bai Yang found that the people around him were so tense that they almost forgot to breathe, and stared at the people at the top of the White Stone Tower with wide eyes.

This is really a live broadcast to die

Bai Yang was speechless, looking at the top of the White Stone Pagoda, that guy was lucky, the lightning did not strike him to death.

call……

Countless people let out a long breath, and Bai Yang was a little disappointed when he heard that they were fucking meowing!

Click...! boom……!

A few seconds later, another flash of thunder flashed through the dark clouds, and it swam through the clouds with claws and claws, and instantly bombarded down, hitting the top of the White Stone Pagoda.

boom……!

Then there was no more, the person above was chopped straight, his whole body was on fire, his life was cut off in an instant, and he fell from the top of the White Stone Tower like a piece of burning wood.

Hey..., another failure...

That guy was directly carbonized in front of the terrifying lightning, fell to the ground and fell into a pile of pieces, and those who saw it sighed regretfully.

I...%...￥\u0026...

Bai Yang was completely dumbfounded, where is your sympathy? I haven't seen anyone to persuade you, you guys are just watching the fun, it's not a big deal...

See you soon, see you soon.

While being confused in his heart, Bai Yang saw another guy who was not afraid of death quickly climbed up the wall of the White Stone Pagoda...

Brother, if you are struck by lightning, you will die. Why do you have the first one and the second one? Have they lived enough? Also, why do they have to struggle to climb up instead of taking the stairs?

Bai Yang followed that guy to the top of the White Stone Pagoda, and asked dumbfoundedly the person who was talking to him before.

Of course you will die if you are struck by lightning, but this is the only way to cultivate into the secret code of thunder. For this one of the top ten miracles in the world, anyone who has an idea wants to try it. If you don't succeed, you will die. This is their The last bloom of life, of course, has to show one's own sense of existence, that's why one climbs up from the outside of the White Stone Pagoda.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man actually patiently explained to Bai Yang in a low voice.

Well, I can see through it, this is a group of two/forced death journey, and it is the kind of queuing to die, Bai Yang sighed in his heart, it can only be attributed to the fact that there are so many wonders in the world.

Then he and a group of melon eaters watched the second person die.

That guy also climbed to the top of the White Stone Pagoda, made the same weird movements as the first person, and looked up at the sky with death as his face.

There was a strong wind, black clouds surged, and another terrifying bolt of lightning came across the sky, and directly struck the man at the top of the White Stone Pagoda. Not surprisingly, he also died, smoking and falling to pieces.

This is death. That's lightning. Not to mention its strong current, the temperature alone is not something the human body can bear!

Seeing the second person being hacked to death, Bai Yang muttered in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that the temperature of lightning can reach as low as 1,700 degrees, and as high as 30,000 degrees. If you stand at such a height, you are going to go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with lightning. Whoever dies will die?

Another person died, and the densely packed crowd was no surprise.

However, in these years, you have to queue up to die. The second one died and didn't scare some thoughtful people. The third one started to climb to the top of the White Stone Pagoda as soon as the second one died.

Not surprisingly, the third one reached the top, a bolt of lightning came across the sky, and it died...

The fourth and the fifth...

Tick-tock, a bean-sized drop of rain fell on the face, and it was going to rain.

Bai Yang wasn't in the mood to stand in the rain and watch the live broadcast with the crowd to be struck by lightning, and immediately rushed to a building several hundred meters away against the pouring rain.

I don't know what kind of mentality those spectators are, but the torrential rain is like a bet, and they are actually reluctant to leave, watching the live broadcast under the torrential rain to die.

Came under the building to take shelter from the rain, Bai Yang took a look, and saw the old man he met when he ran along at the beginning, now he was lying on the ground, leaning on a pillar and staring at the White Stone Pagoda, with his hand in his hand Holding a wine gourd, he drank wine one mouthful at a time.

Bai Yang walked over, sat beside him, and asked:

Uncle, how old is it?

When Bai Yang came over, there seemed to be a few more flashes of lightning, but he didn't see the situation on the White Stone Pagoda behind.

Thirteenth

The uncle said without looking back.

I thought about it for a while. There wasn't a single expert who went up to the White Stone Pagoda to die. What's the matter? Since you want to practice the Thunder's Secret Code, why don't those experts go?

Bai Yang stared at the White Stone Pagoda to watch the excitement and asked.

Judging from the skills of those people who went up, they were just a group of people in the realm of warriors, not even a master who could 'light'.

The Secret Code of Thunder is one of the top ten miraculous arts in the world. Everyone can practice it, but no one can practice it. Since it is known as the top ten miraculous arts in the world, it is naturally extremely precious. Of course, it is not the complete version that is handed down to the world, but only martial arts. It’s just a body training article in the realm of apprentices, at most it can cultivate a thunderous blood energy, and there is no way to cultivate it later, which master is willing to give up his own cultivation base and lower the realm to start from scratch?

The old man pouted. (To be continued.)